It suddenly occurred to me that I'm obsessed with only one American song. So, here we go! :D

First songfic ever and will probably be the last. I've never thought of anything that fit a song so perfectly as this right here does.

Inspiration? Well, Just last night, I recently fell in love with Hetalia (What?! Get with the program, Shu!). I know...but, I've finally watched it and I thought I'd give it a shot!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or BrokenHearted.


America sighed, leaning back in his chair. He's been in here for about three hours, revamping old plans he made a while back. Which, surprisingly, didn't change much. Unless you read who'd be distracting who. The bait changed quite a bit!

He picked up the papers and shuffled through them. Well, now what?

He heard a noise behind the door and smiled. He knew exactly what to do with them now! Get someone's opinion!

He hopped up, making his way to the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob and paused. Who was talking? And why were they so upbeat?

He placed his ear to the door and concentrated on the muffled voice. It was England! And, was he singing? No way...

"Dude, seriously?" He asked himself as he opened the door a crack.

"This is more than a typical kind of thing. Felt the jones in my bones when you were touching me."

He was singing! Not loud enough to sound to out there, but singing nonetheless!

He cracked the door a bit more. England was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, pushing the chair back a bit to the beat with his foot pushing on the table in front of him. He had ear buds in and it was turned up considerably loud.

And he complains about how America listens to his music...

"Didn't want to take it slow. In a daze, going crazed, I can barely think."

And, not only was the fact that England was singing slightly scary, he was singing a song that was underlined heavily in sexual innuendos!

Weird, but interesting...

"You're replaying in my brain, find it hard to sleep."

"He's gettin' into this..." sighed America, lifting an eyebrow.

"See, I've been waiting all day.

For You to call me, baby.

So, let's get up, let's get on it

Don't you leave me brokenhearted tonight."

He sure was getting into it. England had picked up his body movements a bit. His foot that was planted on the ground was now tapping to the beat that America could clearly hear from the ear buds.

"Honest baby, I'll do

Anything you want to

So can we finish what we started

Don't you leave me brokenhearted tonight.

Come on, that's right, Cheerio."

America snickered a bit. That was stereotypical! Was even better with his accent!

"What's the time, such a crime, not a single word

Sipping on that Patron just to calm my nerves

Oh, oh

Poppin' bottles by the phone."

So now he's a drinker? As if that wasn't stereotypical as well! He's just setting himself up for disaster this morning!

America snickered some more, deciding to attempt to walk over as silently as he possibly could attempt through his snickers. Thank God his music was so loud!

"See, I've been waiting all day

For you to call me, baby.

So let's get up, let's get on it

Don't you leave me brokenhearted tonight."

America was getting closer. He was close enough to hear the actual singer singing through England's ear buds.

"Honest, baby, I'll do

Anything you want to

So we can finish what we started

Don't you leave me brokenhearted tonight

Come on, that's right, Cheerio-AGH!"

His singing was cut short by the sense of falling. Backwards. He had accidentally kicked off the table and now his chair was airborne, falling towards the floor that was behind him.

Untill he stopped.

England opened his eyes to be met with the concerned eyes of none other than America.

His face turned red quickly, ripping out the ear buds, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Uhm, saving you?"

England gawked and looked down. America had indeed caught him and the chair before they had both crashed to the floor.

"How long were you standing there...?"

America snickered a bit awkwardly, "Almost the whole damn time."

The silence that followed was the most awkward silence either of the two had witnessed. And, trust me, when England and America are in the same room conversing, there's been some pretty awkward silences.

America's face collided with England's fist and he jumped up quickly.

"Get the fuck out, you prat! You should have at least warned me that you were in the vicinity!"

"Awh, c'mon, man...you were pretty good," America snickered again.

England tensed, "Oh bullocks! Get out of my sight!"

"Dude, why can't you ever take me seriously?"

"Because you don't take yourself seriously," England deadpanned.

America glared for a bit before breaking out in a smile, "True!"

England groaned and started to walk away, "I'm going to go lay down, and no I'm not singing again!"

America shut his mouth quickly and frowned.

As he watched England walk off he silently wished he had recorded every bit of it.

For blackmail.


Whoo, this is my first ever attempt at Hetalia...so, whoever reads it, go easy! I tried my hardest!

Hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

Love, ShuChan